Headless

Slowing a bit

Nothing Like Parts on the Doorstep

Starting Saturday the Right Way

New location same result

Parts is Parts

Back to business after vaca

Killer Goes North

Kill of the Day

Two-fer Tuesday Morning

Even on a stormy night the carnage continues

I am speechless. . .

Just when I thought that Scobie might be mellowing with age, he presents to me a decimated mouse family.

For a change of pace

Scobe must be tired of eating the hind end.

Almost prey

There are limits. Scobe trapped this guy in a window well early this morning. Luckily his screams awakened Hillary and she quickly opened the window separating the killer from the prey. He was deemed "too cute" to die and Scobe was promptly brought inside before the chippy was given a path to freedom.

Note: Scobe was surprisingly compliant. Maybe he agreed with the "too cute" assessment.

Back in action

After a two day respite while Scobe was on sick leave the woodland creates have reason again to be terrified.

The Face of a Killer

Don't let the sleepy eyes and soft fur fool you. He is simply resting; presumably exhausted from his current five day rampage.

Kitty Benevolence?

For some reason demon kitty chose not to mutiliate this particular specimen. Was it due to a remaining sense of Christian kindness or did it merely taste bad? Only time will tell.

Seconds

The naive part of me wants to believe that it was the ants that consumed the prey in the previous seven hours. But I know better.

Sad face :(

This was a cute one.

Could it be a more humane Scobie?

Oh the Horror!

A particularly nasty kill as evidenced by the partially attached spine and unidentifiable organ mass barely hanging on by a thread of cartilage. It could be a liver. Perhaps a poster for mouse anti-drinking campaign?

No new carnage

I think Scobie must be on to us, because he hasn't left anything on the doorstep for the last couple of days, even though he's been out all night.

He was quite cranky with me on Wednesday night. While sitting on my lap he growled and swiped at my hand for no reason. He got kicked outside, which I guess isn't much of a punishment. However, he was quite friendly this morning after being out all night in the rain.

Crankiness aside, I believe that this is a temporary respite, the proverbial calm before the storm.

There will be more carnage. . .

Introduction

I guess I should take a moment to explain the nature of this blog. My cat Scobie is a suspected Satanist. Or else a demon. But there is something greatly amiss in my once loving kitten. It all started when I moved to the suburbs and my mild mannered cat became a monster, sleeping all day, and hunting innocent woodland creatures at night.

At first we laughed it off. After all, a dead mouse on the door step was no big deal. But then he started skinning the mice, and scattering their organs accross the front mat.

We both realized that something darker was afoot.

My husband and I, using the best in modern technology, will attempt to document Scobie's descent into the the dark side.

We both know that we may not survive this ordeal, but we are driven by forces beyond our control, forces greater than ourselves and our own petty lives.

And so, Cat Carnage was born. . .

Dismembered bunny

We neglected to take a photograph of this morning's carnage, but our fierce kittums left a bloody present on the front mat in the form of a bunny head, rib cage, and legs, left in the vague shape of a pentagram. Our suspicions are close to being confirmed: Scobie is a satanist. He and other neighborhood kitties gather together, chant, and ritually dismember small animals.

And poop in the cranky neighbor's sandbox.